Forget those things I said, because I’m learning to swallow my words while choking on my intentions. Nothing ever tasted so bland, but I’m acquiring new tastes for old time’s sake. They say life goes on, but forget about those it casts behind. A shadow trailing aside yet never beside. Here I move on, disregarding the loss of the past and the discontent of futures to come, for the forest is growing thick with shadows, and maybe if it’s dark enough I won’t notice what’s leaving me behind. And maybe if it’s quiet enough I won’t hear the sounds of myself choking. Because every tree has a different leaf, sometimes it’s just too dark to notice.